He was neatly groomed, of a slight figure, tall, and with his eyes, his thin olive face, his small black moustache and clean-cut jaw he made without doubt an effective and arresting figure.
"Now turn your head," said Hardiman, "the other way, and notice the big, fair man in the back row of the stalls.

He is a rival manager, and he is explaining in a voice loud enough to be heard by the first rows of the pit, the precise age of your leading lady.

Now look down! There is a young girl flitting about the stalls.

She is an actress, not very successful.

But to-night she is as busy as a bee.